But you need to have followers. Traffic, whatever. And they need to click ads. Ads are ugly. Gosh, but still. First things first, no one is listening.
No one is reading this.
This place is my City of Refuge, I started unintentionally killing myself, and I do not care anymore. I have come to flee, set aside a special place where my innermost thoughts can be expressed. I wish someone could hear me though. No one can hear my cries in real life, no one can hear it here, what will happen when I finally jump off a cliff?
I don't know.
1 comments:
Well I certainly hope you don't jump off a cliff. Can you get a job? Offer to do something for your neighbor? You can try putting the ads up and see what happens.
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